Note: The part in this chapter is Detective Scofield's inner mockery.
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A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door again, and it was Dempsey's voice. "Sir, Master Colston is here."
"Please come in," Scofield replied.
The door opened, and Odetta appeared at the door, supporting Master Colston.
After they entered the house, Colston sat down unceremoniously. After all, this was his home, and Feng Bujue and the police officers had already stolen the limelight.
"Sorry, we'd like to talk to Mr. Lovecraft alone," Feng Bujue said to the hostess. "Can you leave first?"
"Well …" Odetta looked at Colston questioningly, and the latter nodded at her.
Odetta hesitated for a moment before she walked out the door. Before she left, she seemed to remember something and turned around. "Uh … officers, Butler Henderson is awake. The doctor said that he's fine. It's getting late. If it's possible, I'd like to ask Oliver to prepare dinner. "
"I have no objections," Scofield said.
Feng Bujue looked at Colston, who didn't seem to have any objections, so he replied, "Then I'll have to trouble you, ma 'am."
After Odetta left, Dempsey closed the door again, leaving the three of them in the room.
Scofield was still sitting in his seat, but Feng Bujue began to pace slowly around Master Colston.
"I'm sorry to bother you again and again at a time like this," Feng Bujue said.
[Well … The opening is exactly the same as before.]
"It's fine. It's your duty," Colston replied, neither servile nor overbearing.
[Hey … It's too strange that even the answer is the same. Only the tone is different, but the content is exactly the same! But … the next sentence should be different, because Colston has already sat down, so Mr. Feng can't say "please sit down."]
"I'll get straight to the point," Feng Bujue continued, "The murderer is someone in this villa, right between us."
[Hey —! He used the exact same line after skipping that line!]
There was no change in Colston's expression as he calmly replied, "Who do you suspect?"
"I have indeed thought of some hypotheses." Feng Bujue pretended to be embarrassed and said, "But before I am completely sure, I want to hear your opinion first."
[This script is memorized by heart! I can also ask according to this method!]
Colston raised his head and met Feng Bujue's gaze. He coldly said, "Do you want me to accuse one of my family members?"
"Not all of them are family members." Feng Bujue said, "Henderson, Oliver, Barton, and Powell, none of them have the surname Lovecraft."
"In my eyes, they are family," Colston replied. "I don't want to believe that any of them are murderers."
[Oh … This old man is quite humane.]
"Can't you think of anyone who has the motive to kill Denis?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Yes," Colston replied. "It's you."
[You've turned the tables.]
"Me?" Feng Bujue said. "Oh? Haha … "He sneered, looking like he was asking for a beating." What's your basis? "
"There's no special basis," Colston replied. "It's just that your background is unknown. I heard from Carol that you suddenly appeared on the mountain road to stop a car. Isn't that suspicious? Maybe you're just a fake detective, and you're actually a killer or something. After killing my son, you used the identity of a detective as a cover to point the finger at someone else. That way, you can clear your name. "
As Colston spoke, Feng Bujue slowly walked to the desk, picked up the booklet on the table, and silently flipped through it. Until Colston finished speaking, Brother Jue did not respond. He just continued to flip through the pages with his back facing Colston.
"Are you listening?" After nearly ten seconds of silence, Colston spoke again.
"Ah? What? Are you done? "Feng Bujue turned his head, widened his eyes, and looked at Colston with a sneaky expression.
[Hey … You obviously heard it. Are you pretending not to? Hmm … But this should be a way to provoke the other party.]
"Sorry, when you said 'there's no special basis,' I started to ignore it," Feng Bujue continued. "With this sentence at the bottom, the rest of the content is basically nonsense."
"Hmph … Young man." Colston sneered. "If you want to provoke me, don't you think it's too funny to use a childish trick like 'pretending to ignore'?"
"After a series of deductions, you're unhappy because you don't have an audience …" Feng Bujue responded with a similar sneer. "It seems that I've overestimated you before …"
[You might as well curse at me! And your mouth is dirty! Five minutes ago, you said a lot of things in a cool manner, and in the end, you were the one who emphasized to me that I should not lose my composure!]
"Let me tell you what real deductions are!" Feng Bujue's eyes turned cold as he stared at Colston. "I swear in the name of Grandpa! The mystery has been solved! "
[I say … I feel like there are some strange lines that have been thrown in … Who is your Grandpa? And … You've already ruled out Colston as a suspect with the excuse of 'leg trouble.' Now, you're undoubtedly going to say something to slander him … Is it really okay for your Grandpa to lose his integrity in his old age?]
"What are you trying to say?" Colston glared at Feng Bujue and asked.
"You're the murderer!" Feng Bujue pointed at Colston with an imposing manner.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're saying? " Colston was not a woman like Carol. He was very calm and even turned to look at Scofield. "Detective, is this person really a detective? What's the attitude of the police? "
Feng Bujue did not care what he said and continued to say, "I've already solved the mystery of the locked room … When the door was locked, the murderer used a weapon like steel wire to kill Denis. Then, he jumped out of the window and used the weapon to lock the window from the outside." He raised the booklet in his hand. "You told Officer Mark that an hour before the murder, Dr. Powell took your blood pressure. After that, you stayed in the room to rest. In other words, you had enough time to sneak to the guest room on the first floor, kill him, leave the room, throw away the weapon, and then return to your room. "
Colston heard this and thought for a few seconds. "Is this your deduction?" He snorted and stomped the floor with his cane. "Then please tell me, how did a person who can't even walk without a cane kill someone with a steel wire? How did he jump out of the window? "
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